“I can’t wait” said my little sister called Aliyah. Her brown hair was in pigtails and she was bouncing on her soft seat. We were going to Spain since our grandma and grandpa lived there (and because they had a huge swimming pool). Mum, Dad and my siblings, Harry, George, Aliyah and Jemima were so excited they could barely sit down. Pathetically, I was in the corner sulking because I never liked holidays. I would always eat lots and lots and get all bloated and get a bad tan and get really dark so in the end I look like a big burnt cookie. My Mum came over to me and removed my jet black hair so she could see my eyes and she said quietly “You will have a great time”. Suddenly the plane started to go haywire. The pilot shouted “Were going down, secure your seatbelts!” My heart started beating like a drum. I knew something dangerous but exciting was going to happen.
PLANE CRASH!